Protect You
by thatblue
Summary: He had only wanted to take her somewhere to relax, but when they arrive in the middle of a city in despair there was no walking away.
1. Chapter 1

**Can you guess what I don't own? Anyway, the was just in my head so I thought I would write it. I don't know if I should continue or not.**

His hands had gone numb from the cold, despite his lower body temperature, and his fingers were stiff from working steadily for so long. The rain was still falling heavily on him and the devastation; it had been nine hours since the quake and seven hours since it had started to rain. He sighed, knowing he couldn't go on any longer without a break, and Donna, wherever she was, would defiantly need one too. He was thankful that they had daylight for twelve hours here or night would be adding to the list of problems. He found the strength to raise his hand to slick back his hair and he winced when his fingers ran over a spot on his hairline. He pulled his hand back down and noticed that the rain was tinted pink on his palm and fingers.

9 hours earlier

"So what is it called again?" Donna asked as he finished landing the TARDIS.

"Ashayfala," he told her again with a smile. "It is really pretty this time of year. I thought that we could just take a walk. No running, no danger." The last few days had been rough and long, and after she had slept off the worst, he wanted to take her somewhere that she could just relax.

"Are you just clearing your throat and pretending it's a planet name?"

He chuckled. "No, and if we see any locals I wouldn't mention that."

"So who are the locals?" She asked him as he was pulling his coat on.

"Human and the Ash are the largest population. And the most likely to be seen in the field outside of the city." He walked to the door with her just behind him.

Sticking his head out he paused causing Donna to bump into him. He sniffed deeply and then frowned, and let out a low curse in a language she wouldn't understand. He didn't know why he was so horrible at time if he was supposed to be the Lord of it, unless the TARDIS had brought them here on purpose. That was very possible.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" She had taken a step back and when he pulled back in and closed the doors quickly she gave him a worried look.

He was at her side in two strides and with one swift movement he had her pinned in-between him and the coral, his hands wrapped around it. "Hold still." He told her, counting down the seconds, the electricity pulsing around him.

"I don't know what you are playing at…" she began but then the TARDIS shook around her and she fell silent.

The Doctor knew that the damage outside would be horrible, but the TARDIS handled it quite well, taking care of her passengers. When the ground stood still he released Donna and took a step back, but she clung to him, and he wrapped his arms around her form. "'sokay. Easy. I'm here, your safe."

"What was that?"

"The second largest quake that has every happened on Ashayfala. Made worse only by the fact that the large city of Raina was the center." He didn't push her back, letting her hold on to him as long as she wanted. It wasn't often that she let on that she was scared and he enjoyed the chance to be her protector.

"We have to go and help," she said after a long pause.

He nodded against her head, knowing that the words were coming. He realized that the TARDIS had brought them here because she knew that Donna couldn't walk away without helping. "Okay," he agreed and opened her arms as she stepped back. "Only today though, and then we have to go. We can't make too much of a dent on this event."

She nodded and he held up a finger and she nodded. He ran to the med-bay and gathered a pen light, bandages, and antiseptic wipes. He checked that he had his stethoscope and then stopped in the kitchen pulling nutrition bars out of the cabinet and then tablets to purify any water. He wanted to be prepared for anything.

When he had returned she was waiting by the doors for him, the tension from before replaced by a worry he knew was for the people outside the safety of the TARDIS. "Ready?"

She nodded and they stepped outside, the field in front of them hid the destruction that awaited them when they made it Raina. He held her hand, willing this day to go as well as it possibly could under the circumstances. Begging silently that she would be okay, and that they could make it out of here in one piece. They didn't have the best track record when it came to not getting hurt. He had been lost in thought when he heard Donna gasp, and he looked up.

The city was in rubble, and without the tall buildings, he could see for a long distance, which only showed more destruction. Donna urged him forward, and they carefully navigated a path to a group of people that seemed to be working on a rescue plan. The man, an Ash, only recognizable from the humans by the orange eyes, looked up at them. "Here to help?"

The Doctor and Donna nodded. He began to break them into groups and looked to the Doctor and Donna. "Is it okay if we separate you and your wife?"

He waited for Donna to tell him that they weren't a couple, a moment he was starting to hate, but when she didn't bother to correct him he didn't say anything otherwise. "If that's what needs to be done." He turned to Donna; if she was pretending to be his wife he was going to pretend to be her husband. "Be safe, love. Okay? I'll come find you later."

She nodded, and he leaned in placing a small kiss on her lips and pulled back, giving her the smallest of smiles. She returned it. "You be safe." She instructed and was led off in the opposite direction.

Present

His fingers prodded the area, and he realized he had a deep gash but his thoughts were clear so he didn't take the time to care. All he wanted was to see Donna, to hold her to him and see that she was okay. The aftershocks had been mild, a fact that he was thankful for every time it happened. He had pulled bodies from the rubble, most were gone, but some were alive. That was what had kept him moving. The last survivor had been buried deeply and when he found her, she was a four year old girl, in the arms of her mother. When he pulled her out of the rubble, he reached to the mother's neck to confirm what he already knew. Finding no pulse, he sighed, and knew that the little girl was probably only alive because her mother had protected her.

He told the other rescue worker to take her away, and he dug the hole bigger, reaching in and as gently as he could pulling the limp body out. He held her to him for a moment, and cried without tears. When another group that was gathering the dead appeared he let them take her, and noticed that they held her to them as if she was alive. There was still so much good in the universe, even in the middle of destruction.

He ignored every ache and protest his body made, determined to find Donna. He was worried about her, and wouldn't pause until he knew she was safe.


	2. Chapter 2

Donna was tired; her whole body seemed numb, though she thought that was probably for the best. She suspected she would be very sore when it all came back so she didn't mind the numb now. It was what was keeping her digging, trying to make a whole in the wall that was separating her and the children. The teacher had helped at first but when she collapsed Donna had moved her to a corner and sat her against it. This room probably would fall as some point and she didn't care about herself but the teacher had told her there were fifteen children in the room that was cut off by the debris.

She wished the Doctor was here and hoped that he was safe right now. How could she ever go on if she had brought him here only to get hurt or killed? "Anything?" She heard another volunteer ask from his spot on the top. They had managed a hole but she was the one who told them that she would go down. Still at least she was out of the rain now, for the first time in hours.

"No, but I'm getting closer. Everything okay up there?" Even her voice was exhausted.

"Seems stable for now."

"Good," she said but it was distracted as she felt the board give to her grasp at last. She pulled it slowly and when the wall held around it she removed it. She could see in the room now, just barely. There on the opposite wall was a line of children sitting and watching her. "It's okay," she told them hoping that it really was.

None of them spoke but that was fine, she pushed on, digging and moving until she could create a hold that was big enough that she could slide the kids through. It would have to be one at a time but at least now they could be helped.

"Okay, kids. I need you to come to me, and I'm going to help you slide through the hole and then we will get you out of here.

They stared for a moment, wide eyed, but finally they began to stand and the first one to reach her was a little girl. They were all young, the age range was four to six and this little one was probably five. "I'm scared." She whispered, like a secret.

"Don't be," Donna whispered back. "I'll take care of you." She didn't tell her that she was scared to, just reached in with her arms and lifting the girl as she slid her through the hole. She protected her from the outsides, because it wasn't a smooth surface and if she had been able to feel it she would have known there was glass hidden in there.

"Donna," she heard the best voice in the universe call down to her. He had come for her.

She could hear the Doctor say something to the man and then he was sliding down into the hole. He dropped the distance landing with more grace than she had managed. She felt herself relax for the first time since they had gotten here.

DW

The Doctor ignored the man at the top telling him that he shouldn't go down there. He had told him that his wife was down there, quietly so Donna didn't hear, and that he couldn't stop him. The man had relented and when he slid in and saw her face, though the room held only dim light, he smiled. She had a child in her arms and he took the child from her and looked her over quickly. When he saw nothing dangerously wrong he lifted her up to the arms that were waiting.

When she was taken he couldn't stop the hug he pulled Donna into. He didn't want to waste time but he had been so scared of what he might have found. She held him tight and then broke away from him. When she stepped back and he saw that her shirt and pants were covered blood but she turned before he could say anything about it. "Check on the teacher, please."

He looked around a saw a slender woman propped up against the corner. He moved to her and squatted down. "Hi, I'm the Doctor. I'm here to help."

She lifted her head, but her eyes were unfocused and glossy. When she didn't respond he moved to check her over. There was a large knot at the back of her head, but her spine felt fine. He checked her arms and stomach and then her legs. She gasped when he touched her right calf. He could feel the break, severe but not breaking the skin. Looking around he found a board. He couldn't do much down here but he made a splint wrapping it with the supplies he had brought with him. He reached for the penlight to look into her eyes. The pupils reacted, slowly but not too slow.

"I didn't leave them," she murmured. "I didn't leave them."

"The kids? Of course not, nobody thinks that. It's okay. Donna is helping them."

"The wall crumbled. I tried to help them," she told him eyes finding his for the first time.

"Shh," he comforted, as he moved to scoop her in his arms. "Everything is okay. They are okay."

He lifted her and the shifted her when he was under the hole. He lifted her around the waist thankful that he arms were okay because that was how she was pulled out.

With him able to help Donna the rest of the children were pulled out quickly, and she looked one last time to ensure that they were all safe.

"Okay," she looked tired enough to collapse but seemed steady. He wanted to take her back to the TARDIS and see what injuries she had sustained, and do something about the headache that was building rapidly.

"I'll lift you," he told her, blinking back the pain.

"Are you okay?" she put her hand on his shoulder. "Your head."

"I'm okay, be sorted soon." He held his arms open when he felt the air around him shift. He growled. This wasn't right, they were so close. He grabbed Donna around the waist and pulled her into the corner covering her body with his and begging to whoever would listen as the room fell around them.


	3. Chapter 3

All Donna wanted at this point was a shower and bed, but then he had thrown himself on her and the room had collapsed around them. When the noise finally stopped he leaned back and she could see behind him, and there was a distance from the wall she had her back to and the wall of debris. She was so thankful that nothing had fallen on either of them, and she looked up at him and didn't miss the look of pain he was trying, like always, to hide. She watched him, as he looked over her as best as he could without reaching out to touch her yet.

"Your head is bleeding," she told him and reached into his pockets with surprisingly no protest from him, and found a cloth to hold to the spot. When she tried to hold it there he shook his head.

"Are you hurt," he tried to ask but the words came out slurred. He blinked and tried again but the second time wasn't any better.

"I'm okay," Donna told him standing up to help him sit down. He tried to resist but she was insistent and he gave in, which made her worry about him. He gave her a hard time about being stubborn but he was always good competition, but he didn't have it in him right now.

She squatted down, and he looked up at her, weakly, as she held the cloth to his head firmly. She knew that something wasn't right here, but she didn't know enough about head injuries to be sure of what she should do about it. "How do I help you, Doctor?"

"'M okay," he slurred to her, and tried to smile before his eyes slid shut.

She knew that sleeping wasn't a good idea so she patted his cheek firmly, but gently. "Come on, Spaceman. I think you're the Doctor here, right? Can't leave me to do your job, then."

He didn't move, and in the dim light she couldn't see anything farther down than his head. She feared he wasn't breathing but with a quick check she found he was and his hearts both beat against her palm. She kept patting him, but he didn't give any indication of waking.

She mimicked an action she had seen him do multiple times, and ran her hands down his spine, and though she didn't know exactly what she was feeling for everything seemed to be okay. She repeated the action with the rest of his body, and couldn't find anything else that made her worry as much as the head. She had never really taken the time to learn, though she now regretted that fact, and had always thought he would be there to take care of any injuries. She had never really thought about what would happen if it was only her to help.

Tears spilled from her eyes, and she didn't try to stop them. She was cold and exhausted and the man she…not that she had told him… the man she loved was unconscious and she couldn't do a thing to help him. She tried again to wake him, and then she realized how cold he felt and that she was shivering. She moved to sit beside him, and pulled him into her arms, letting him rest against her upper body. She thought that she could hear noise above them on the surface. She was certain that they would be trying to find them, trying to reach them, but it could take hours. Did he have hours?

Checking that his eyes were still closed she spoke to him, because she needed to fill the silence somehow. "I suppose I should have learned something from you, huh. When we get out of this, and we will, I'll have you show me the basics. Not that I'm ever going to let this happen to you again."

The only answer was the breath she was able to hear now that she listened for it. "I know that you think that you're the one that has to always protect people, but sometimes things happen. Like now. I going to make sure you are okay, Doctor. I don't know how yet but I'm not going to lose you."

"I couldn't tell you to your face, I don't want you to think that I'm breaking the 'just mates' rule, but I really like you Doctor. More and more with every day. I like the way you care, but are still able to do what you have to. I like the way you can make me smile when I don't want to. And I like how you sneak into my room every night, and we end up holding each other until morning. I think about just asking you to come when I go to bed but I'm afraid that will make you stop coming at all. I don't want to lose those moments."

She looked down at him, her tears dropping on him freely, "Please, wake up. Please, Doctor. I love you, you know. There I said it. Don't leave me without you, because I am nothing without you."

DW

The room had fallen around them, but he was thankful when nothing had hit them. His head was splitting but he pushed it back, wanting only to check on Donna. She was the most important thing to him, in this room, and in his hearts. He could feel himself fading, and he couldn't make the words to tell her not to worry. He knew that she would but he also knew that he would be okay. His mind just needed to rest, and it would heal the damage that had occurred. He just hoped that it didn't take too long.

When his eyes closed he fell into a sort of dream. And it was the greatest dream he could possibly have had. Donna and he were walking in a field of pink grass, the sun warm above them and she was running the hand that wasn't holding his along the hip deep blades.

"I'm so glad you brought me here," she told him, her smile making him melt.

"Me too," he agreed.

And then they were running. Not from anything, not to anything, just running together and laughing. And they fell into the soft grass and lay there side by side, trying to catch their breaths.

"Don't leave me without you," he heard her say, and he knew that didn't fit in with the dream. Reality must be bleeding through into this world.

"I wouldn't ever leave you," he told dream Donna, though she wasn't the one who needed to hear it.

"I love you, you know," he rolled onto his side, dream Donna beaming at him, but they still weren't her words.

The Donna out there that was pleading with him not to leave her loved him. Him. He couldn't be more unworthy or more thankful. And he couldn't tell her that he loved her back. And that he could hardly stand just being mates anymore. But he also wouldn't ever cross the line, because holding her hand was what made him want to live. But if she loved him back, maybe he could let her know. If he could just wake up, and return to see the smile that saved him, time and time again.


	4. Chapter 4

Donna had stopped talking, closing her eyes so that she didn't have to look down and see that he wasn't any closer to coming back. She was still so cold, and her body was starting to calm enough to realize that there were a lot of places that were really hurting now. She sighed and wrapped him more tightly in her arms, though they were both still soaking so it was probably not doing any good.

With her eyes closed she found herself, despite the discomfort, on the brink of sleep. And though she wanted to fight it, she found it overwhelming, and she let herself sink into the illusion of comfort. With the Doctor in her arms, something she enjoyed when they were warm and safe, she let herself go.

DW

The Doctor felt the shiver that was the announcement that he was waking from his induced sleep. He didn't open his eyes at first, listening to the room and trying to figure out how long he had been unconscious for but he didn't have any luck.

He opened his eyes slowly, the room very dimly lit, but if he listened closely he could hear things moving at the top and was thankful that they were trying to get to them.

He looked up at Donna, him being wrapped tightly in her arms, and saw that she had her eyes closed. He was worried about her but when he tried to move she held on more tightly so he settled down. She was at least responsive to the stimulation so he would let her rest.

He didn't have to wait, however, because she let out a small groan and opened her eyes.

"Spaceman," she offered as a greeting.

"Did I worry you?" He asked though he knew the answer. He was just looking for an opening to apologize in.

"Yes," she agreed her voice more calm than he liked. "And if I had the energy I would be very angry."

"I'm sorry," he told her and when he tried to move out of her arms this time she let him. "I tried to tell you but I couldn't get the words out."

"I know," she nodded. "I didn't know how to help you."

He felt bad for her, knowing that she must be feeling guilty but it was his fault. He often forgot that he wasn't invincible and that if he was the one injured that she might not know what to do.

"I'll bet that was scary for you," he told her gently, shifting up to his knees, his body only a little sore after the healing sleep. "When we get back and you rest we will go over the basics okay?"

"Okay," she agreed.

He watched her carefully and hated that he couldn't see her better in the light. He had the penlight but it wouldn't do much good in the vast darkness.

"Are you hurt?"

She let out a small sigh. "I hurt everywhere but I don't think that I am actually hurt."

"Can I check," he asked. Normally he just would have done it because her safety was the most important thing, but he felt like they had reached a new spot in their relationship. And he didn't want to ruin that.

"Knock yourself out," she told him.

"Already did that," he joked and was reaching for her head.

Her skin was so cold, even compared to his, and he knew that he had to get her warm soon. Her head felt fine, aside from a tiny cut at the back. Her spine was thankfully fine also. He ran his hands along one arm and then the other and both seemed to bring her pain. He wished he could see them but they didn't feel broken.

He legs were fine but when he tried to check her ribs and abdomen she stopped him. "I'm fine. Just come cuddle. I'm freezing."

Against his better judgment he stopped and moved back to her side. "What did you do to your arms?"

"I don't know," she replied honestly. "I don't suppose you got any water when you ran off?"

"No," he told her. "But I got a cup, I think, and some tabs to purify the water."

"Where are we getting the water from, then?"

He leaned away searching his pockets until he found the collapsible cup and the tablets.

"If you don't want to know, I can just give you the purified water." He encouraged, even as he placed the cup on the ground and was leaning over, wringing water slowly out of the side of his jacket.

"Tell me," she told him, and that was so like her. Even if she wasn't going to like it, she still wanted to know.

"My jacket is soaking," he informed her simply, and felt the cup to make sure it was full, and dropped a tablet in the water.

Truthfully on a normal day the jacket probably would have been clean enough without the tablet but he had been working in rubble all day. And he didn't think she would drink it without it being purified.

"We're having jacket water?" He didn't have to look at her to see the face she was making and he smiled.

When he was certain the water was pure he reached out for her, and when he found her hand he slid the cup into it gently. "Yes. It's probably well liked on some planet."

"Do me a favor?" She reluctantly took a sip of the water and then another.

"Of course," he answered a little too quickly.

"Don't ever take me there," she smiled brightly and offered the other half of the water but he shook his head.

"Finish it," he encouraged.

She needed it more and when she was done, he was certain that he could get another cup from his jacket, probably several more actually. She handed it back and he could see her smile.

"Thanks," she told him. "Can you hear them?"

He didn't look at her, wringing more water out for him, "Yeah, probably take another hour, though."

"Great," she replied softly. He drank his water quickly, enjoying the way it coated his dry mouth and then he moved to take the jacket off and then his shirt leaving only an undershirt.

She couldn't see him, "Are you undressing, because even if that were going to happen it's not going to happen here."

He chose not to respond to the fact that she implied that something…fun…might happen and reassured her. "Body heat, Donna. We aren't going to get warm with wet clothes on us."

"Right," she agreed but didn't move.

He left his pants on; he didn't want to face the looks they would get when they were rescued. He moved back closer to her, in just his t-shirt and pants. "Donna, you really aren't going to feel any better if you don't take your shirt off."

"I feel like you just want to get my shirt off," she joked and he could hear her move to unbutton it.

"That is not the point," he tried to make it a joke. He waited another moment. "Done?"

"Yes," she told him and he moved back over sitting beside her, and trying not to think about the bare skin that was touching his.

He moved his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him. "Not so bad now," he remarked into her hair, and he felt goose bumps rise against him.

"No," she agreed.

Her breath was ghosting across his chest and he felt the urge to kiss her again. To reassure her that they were going to be okay, and get out of this together, but he just held her to him.

"If you tell anyone I got half naked in a hole with you, I'm going to slap you into the future." She told him.

He laughed. "Understood."


	5. Chapter 5

**In case I forgot to mention I don't own Doctor Who. I am nowhere near that cool.**

The Doctor was enjoying the feel of Donna in his arms; it wasn't like this was the first time, though it was the first time with this amount of clothing on. She sighed against him and he ran his hand down her arm absently and he could feel a long gash that he hadn't before she took her shirt off, and she sucked in a breath in pain. He moved his arm back around and reached for his penlight and he moved back in front of her and shinned the light right at the spot. There was a six inch deep gash on her left arm and when he checked the right he found a smaller one that was just as deep.

"You don't remember doing that?" He asked her as he resumed his spot by her side. They were something that could easily be taken care of in the TARDIS and as they weren't bleeding any longer he didn't feel overly worried.

"Must have been when I was pulling the kids out," she told him. "I imagine there was something sharp in there, but I didn't feel anything at the time."

"Yeah," the Doctor agreed holding her carefully, and knowing that it could have been a lot worse that some minor wounds. "I can imagine with adrenaline and the cold it was probably numb."

Donna didn't respond, just leaned in a little closer, and he wasn't sure if she was seeking comfort or warmth but he would gladly provide both for her. He breathed into her hair, which still smelled light and fruity, despite all that the day had brought to them.

"That tickles," she told him, softly.

He moved his head so the breath wasn't on her, "Better."

"I didn't say it bothered me, I said it tickled," she told him and he thought her voice almost sounded shy.

"Oh," he moved his head back, "Better."

She shifted back with a laugh. "How long now?"

He listened again and the sounds were much closer, and he could estimate it now. "Half an hour. Give or take a couple of minutes. Why? Are you hungry? I've got some bars in my pocket. They should still be okay." He knew he was rambling but that was what he did best when he was nervous.

"No, not hungry," she told him with a shake of her head and he saw something flash in her eyes that could have been mistaken for desire. "I just wondered if I had time to do this."

And without missing a beat she pulled him to her and their lips met but it wasn't slow or restrained as the one before had been. It didn't last long, though the Doctor wished it would have, and she pulled away from him.

"That…" the Doctor tried to find the words, but couldn't get past the shock of the kiss.

"I just wanted to see," Donna told him as if that explained everything.

"See what?"

She looked at him for a moment. "If there was fire."

"Looking for fire," the Doctor asked her softly.

"Can't resist a flame," she told him, and he gulped.

"So was there fire?"

"An inferno," she replied lightly and he fell and soared. "For you?"

"Oh yes," he agreed easily.

"Good," she told him and then began to put her shirt back on.

"Get dressed, I won't have them thinking that I was getting friendly down here," she told him lightly.

He did as she said which was something he found himself doing quite easily now. "They think we are married."

"Everyone thinks we are married," she told him as she buttoned her shirt. "I think you give off vibes."

"Me?"

"Well it couldn't be me," she told him as if the idea was impossible.

"It has to be both of us," he reasoned, "If it was just me, then they would just think I was desperate for you. So it has to be you too."

"So we both give off something that makes us seems like we are married."

"Yes," he agreed, finding the conversation amusing. He got to talk about how she felt in a light tone, without it seeming like the answers mattered.

"I suppose I might give off the impression that I like you," she sighed as if it was an awful thing. "Maybe just a little tiny bit."

"So why do you give off that impression," he asked as if he didn't know.

He saw her shake her head. "Maybe I do, but it's not just me."

"Well," he grinned. "Maybe I do too."

"I'm not getting married to you if that is where this conversation is going," she told him plainly.

He wrinkled his forehead. That wasn't where this was going, he was just trying to get her to admit that maybe there was something there. "Oh, and here I was getting ready to propose in the middle of a hole at the bottom of a rubble pile."

"You're not funny," she told him but she smiled.

"Just admit that I'm irresistible and I'll let it go," he encouraged.

"Irresistible?" She looked up like she was thinking. "That's a bit much, I think. Attractive, in a skinny alien sort of way, sure."

"I'm waiting," he told her.

She gave out a long, loud sigh. "Fine, irresistible."

"Thank you, and just so you know, you are too."

She shook her head. "Whatever you say."

"Well that's a first," he laughed.

"And a last," she muttered.

"Good," the Doctor told her as they both found their place against the wall again. "What fun is easy?"

"Are you saying I'm easy?"

"No," he told her quickly and then he could hear her laugh.

"I'm just kidding," she reassured.

"Oh," he was certain that he blushed and he hoped that she didn't see it.

"I'm really glad that you are okay," she told him.

"I'm really glad you are too, I couldn't bear it if something happened to you Donna."

"I know the feeling," she agreed with him.

"Would you like to try a date," he blurted out.

She laughed and he was worried for a second. "Sorry. I'm just so glad that you don't consider this one. Yes, I would like to try a date. This is worth a try."

The Doctor smiled, mostly to himself, and began to think of all the places he could take her. He was so thankful that he didn't just have to settle for just one planet or even one galaxy for that matter.

When he heard the last little bit of rubble moved, and could see the fading light peeking through he looked at Donna. She glowed in the beam that broke the darkness and he thought that seemed fitting. If she was the beam and he was the darkness. Yes this was worth a try.


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